I suppose one of the reasons any of us bothers falling in love at all is that it stops time in its tracks for a bit.

You talk to this person and they fill your world with surplus kindness and you sort of find yourself drawing a deep breath and going "Oh. Oh! So that's how it's supposed to be, to have been..." Your plans, your anxieties don't actually go away of course, but they stand by the road's edge looking in. All at once you're in some previous year or decade in your life, and some box has been checked that you'd forgotten to check off, some knot is undone, some pesky little nagging worry cancelled for good, and you see the world a little differently. All of a sudden there are possibilities. All of a sudden, there is hope, there are things to plan for.

Love is just Surplus Time.